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Remember, these were the days before portable GPS tracking devices, when you had to rely solely on your internal locus. They let me go. How? Why? The answer to these questions I will never know. My car was right where I remembered leaving it. We got in, I backed up, and we slid all the way back to Capitol Street. When we walked into the haus party it was just getting cranked, and I’d had enough. Everyone seemed concerned about my mental and emotional well-being. Someone brought me a beer from the keg. I remember asking everybody to leave me be. I went back to the bedroom, set the beer down beside me, begged for sleep, and blacked out. 23

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Bad Jobs #1  

The first installment of William Z. Saunders’ “Bad Jobs” recollects being punk in the rural south and other bad jobs....With illustrations b...

Bad Jobs #1  

The first installment of William Z. Saunders’ “Bad Jobs” recollects being punk in the rural south and other bad jobs....With illustrations b...

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